Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.